She rode in over the horizon on a chariot dipped in memories , and a horse named "Yesterday's Dreams". On a wave wave of innocence That formed a bridge out of the face of the clouds. I look to her with the eyes of the young man that saw her first . And for a moment , the sun , the moon , and the earth , Reverse . To catch up with the decades old dream. That seems to be rolling in over the horizon And into the heart of a dreamer.